"Big Black Bear" was something I used to say, and it was definitely big. I saw it on TV in the previous world, it looks like it's about a big hippo.
"I wonder if this isn't the one who got Thermia attacked..."
This guy doesn't have anything to do with leather armor or anything, he just feels like he's going to the afterlife in one shot. That means he must have escaped because he noticed I was approaching him, and I think he's probably a different individual. I can't abandon the possibility that I've gotten big all at once in the last few weeks though.
I'm sorry, it's not like I have a grudge against you.
If I may, I'd like to pray that there won't be a belly-up bear in this guy's nest. I slowly point my spear tip at the bear. All kinds of abilities are informing me of danger, but I don't have a feeling it's over with wonder. I'm not sure I can win, but I have cheats on me, and I appreciate the feeling now.
sleigh, and the bear rises. Increasingly big. Looks like he's nearly twice my height. Still, I keep my hips down and don't stop pointing at my tips. The bear crawls on all fours again and rushes towards me. If this happens, I can't leave on my feet. Either it's me or him, or it's not over unless he's breathless.
"Kawawa" the flying bear's arm in a critical manner. If I "plunder" lightly, I'm going to suck. I really wanted to punch the spear all right, but I couldn't. Faster than I thought. You're benefiting from cheats and it's here, so if you hadn't, you'd have been lightly hit. Think of stopping the spear with a horizontal twist, but it doesn't seem to work very well.
The bear quickly changes his position and turns back to this one. But I was the one making the posture first. Quickly protruding the spear, the spear protrudes to the side of the bear without difficulty. It was too sharp (to do so) and had little sense of stabbing. But the feeling of cheat tells me it's "shallow". Because the ground was soaking wet and I wasn't stomping on it.
He quickly pulled out his spear, flew away but was caught up in the forefoot of a bear with a critical, impact striking his chest. I managed to keep the impact to a minimum thanks to being flying away, but still wondered if all the air in my lungs would leave. Get back on your feet as you roll back. I'm glad you're 30. Forty doesn't make it. Now he jumped forward in reverse, slurring the bear's forefoot overhead, jumping into his nostalgia. At first glance it also looks covered in bears.
"I win."
Remaining in that position, he stabbed the spear vigorously into the bear's body. I stab him without resistance with sultry. Thermia was out too much before and she said something like that, but I'm not used to this feeling. As soon as the spear went deep as it was, the bear got rid of me, I rolled with a shock and my hands got away from the spear.
But that one was responsive. The bear was scratching his feet to do something about the spear that stood on his chest, but eventually, how he fell. There is no damage to the spear, either because it fell laterally. Nevertheless, the bespoke models may also be more durable around the fact that they only handled the array abusively. It's worth a try next time.
The bear was rampaged for a little while while while falling, but eventually it became quiet as well. One knife if anything happens, but I think it would be better than nothing, pull out the protective knife, slowly, it's time to get closer. She doesn't look like she's breathing. I hesitated a little, but I followed it at the tip of my leg to make sure it wasn't responding. Still no movement. Without breaking your guard for once, pull out the spear that remains stabbed. Gobbles and blood overflow, wetting the fur and ground, and dissolving in the ground as the scarlet spreads mixed with rain. There was no response at all during that time either.
The moment I was convinced that I had stopped, I lost my hips. Naturally, I've never had such a critical exchange of lives in the previous world. Besides, this time I totally relied on cheats and installation to do the battle. Needless to say, it was pretty critical.
Huh - one big sigh all the time. That made me feel comfortable. When the tension is relieved, the pain runs all over my body. Naturally, it wasn't intact when I was plunged. There are countless abrasions and bruises. I feel like I've moved my body again and luckily my bones aren't broken. If this breaks my bones, I can't architecture or blacksmith for a while. You will still need to rest for at least a day.
Look seriously at the dead bears and join hands. I'm sorry. (...) No damage has been done, but it's too late since the damage happened. I'll live for your life. That's how the bear's life disappears, and my life stays. But what's wrong with this bear? If you leave it, the corpse carnivore (scavenger) will eat it, so I know that's a good idea, but it's the life I killed. There are parts of us that would like to eat and mourn if we could. Muscle strength has been greatly enhanced, and do your best to carry it......
"Come on."
Bear arms on shoulders with spears. It's so heavy on boulders. Sure, it's a little hippo male. But does it have about 250 kilograms? Heavy, but keeps dragging. It's raining, it'll bleed out, too. There are injuries everywhere, and the rain has made my feet somewhat unstable, so I don't go as far as I think. I'd like to hurry because if another bear or wolf attacked me while I was doing this, it would also be a hassle, but that makes no sense if I overlook the signs of a bear or wolf. Proceed step by step.
Took plenty of time to get back to the house about half the way back when I came. Thankfully, the rain leg Amame is rapidly weakening. This minute will stop you in a little while. That should get you back somewhat early. I came pretty tired of the boulder, so I tried to take a break and grate the bear's arms and spear off my shoulder, exactly then something jumped from the bush nearby.
"Wow!
Only if I have time to pull out the knife will I be pushed down to the ground as it is. The pressed down "something" stands up, turns toward the bear, puts the na (...) y (...) f (...) out (...) kick (...) release (...) and (...) position low.
That was Thermia. He has totally angry eyes and pointed at the bear so much that he seemed cute when he was putting his hand around my neck. I got up and spoke up.
"Thermia! I'm fine! He's got it under control!
Thermia turns this way in a freak at that voice.
"Is that true? Are you sure you're okay with this?
"Oh, scratches and punches all over the place, and there's pain, but no major injuries."
Thermia jumps at me again when I hear that. Somewhat surprised me, but unlike earlier, I could take it.